New chapter time! Hope you guys like it, it's a bit longer tha nthe usual so hope it's not too long winded or such.
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Bella woke up to liquid bones, sore knees and a deep delicious ache between her thighs. Rolling onto her stomach with a groan, she buried her face into the sheets that her wolf had slept in before he left., Bella relaxed with a lungful of his scent, and with a sigh pushed herself out of bed to get ready for another lovely day at Forks High.
Joy.
Bonus-it was Friday, and she could escape down to the rez as soon as class was over. To the rez, meaning to Paul, of course. Charlie had left earlier in the morning, so Bella had no fear of being seen as she padded her way across the hallway and into the bathroom naked as the day she was born. She needed to shower-as loathe as she was to wash off Paul- and when she turned on the water she barely used the cold tap, she needed to feel heat at least close to his.
The hot water of the shower cleared some of the fog that she had over her brain, causing her to wake up and as she stepped back under the water completely, the heated rivulets ran down her skin and between her thighs, shocking a gasp out of her and making her thighs clench automatically. She barely registered her hand already tracing the path the water down her flat stomach and disappearing between her thighs, rubbing them down through her apex. The water was just so hot, it mimicked Paul's heat and it was just everywhere.
She couldn't even take a shower without wanting him, that was clear. Her fingers dived in and met with melting heat and thick wetness, causing a deep groan to leave her as she worked her fingers in deeper, trying to feel as good as she did when he was inside of her. Bella would be lying if she said it felt as good as Paul's cock, or even his fingers when they were inside her, but when she twisted her fingers and curled them a little bit inside of her, she could barely hold herself up while she clenched down around her fingers and pressed a hand against the wall to hold herself up. She kept thinking about Paul while she worked that spot over, and over, her fingertips rubbing and stroking it with every pass of her fingers, and a shudder rocked down her spine, but she just couldn't get there. She felt like she was practically dangling off of the edge, holding on by her fingertips-but she just couldn't let go and fall off.
Bella turned her face into her shoulder, muffling a scream of frustration as she kept stroking over her the sensitive flesh inside of her, her palm rubbing franticly against her clit as she tried and tried to come. God, she wanted it so much that it hurt to not and the tension just kept building and building, twisting inside of her until she cried out, "Paul, please!", the desperation clear in her voice, and like a switch she screamed as she fell apart and came down her fingers and thighs, her wetness thick compared to the water running down her body from the showerhead.
Bella's eyes stayed clenched shut as she panted through the aftershocks, shivering when she slips her fingers out of her now soaked core, despite the heat of the water. Bella lathered up, rinsed off, and stepped out of her shower, gathering her towel tight around her body to catch stray drops of water. When Bella got back into her room, her eyes barely glanced at the clock hanging near her desk, before she froze in shock and looked back at it. She had fifteen minutes before class started. Fifteen.
All further action was a panicked frenzy-skin was lathered in lotion somewhat messily, bra, skirt, longed sleeve shirt, cardigan, and flat knee high boots were all thrown on, hair was whipped up into a mess resembling the modern day bun and her backpack and keys were clutched in each hand as she raced out the door and into her truck. If she weren't so late, she'd realize the miracle that it was that she didn't slip and break her neck when she jumped off of the front porch, clearing the steps completely. Bella was in too much a rush, and with a yelp of glee when her truck roared to life on the first try, she flew out of the driveway and down the road towards Forks High.
When Bella arrived her regular spot was open, and she pulled in, cut the engine, and leaned back into her seat, taking deep, even breaths. A few hours, and she was out for the weekend, and on her way to the rez to stay with Paul. She can make it through a few hours. She could even make it through lunch with Jessica and Lauren. Maybe Angela wanted to go down to the rez...Shaking her head, Bella swung her massive, rusted door open and hopped down out of her truck. She noticed two things. The first being that the parking lot was completely empty, so she had to be the latest and there was no sneaking after that. The second being that a light breeze blowing by snaked its way up her thighs, and brought her attention that Bella forgot to put on a key part of every good girls outfit. Panties.
Paul missed Bella. He felt like part of him was missing and that part was being smacked repeatedly and he could still feel that shit. So, Paul decided to go see if his pretty little thing was up to a break make out session between classes. Paul ran out off the forest closest to the school and before he even tried to track her down, Bella's scent flooded his system when a breeze blew by, and in seconds his wolf was trying to claw out of his skin. His gaze locked on a mortified looking Bella, looking down towards her lap. A deep, rumbling growl left his chest and he watched as Bella gasped and looked directly into his eyes. She smelled like her own cum and he was torn between loving that she fucked herself, or punishing her for doing it without him. He wasn't quite sure which at the moment. He was too busy tracking every movement Bella made because it made new waves of her scent slip into the air and all he could think was wet, imprint, MINE.
Bella couldn't believe that she forgot, and her blush heated up her cheeks and down through the scoop neck of her top.
Who the hell forgets to wear-
Oh shit.
A growl vibrated its way through her and her eyes immediately looked up across the parking lot, into the glowing gold eyes of her wolf.
Gold? Oh shiiiiiit.
Paul's eyes weren't gold. They were a smoky gray actually. The wolf's eyes were gray, and Bella knew somehow that this would probably hurt and she'd love it entirely. Bella squirmed where she stood, and the growl that ripped out of Paul made her freeze all over again. Swallowing thickly, Bella barely murmured out, "Paul?", knowing that he could hear her.
The only answer she got was a deep breath in his chest, and one word that he mouthed.
"Run."
She didn't need to be told twice.
Both her keys an backpack were abandoned by the open door of her truck as she took off at a sprint towards the forest closest to her truck. She wasn't scared for her life, but what she did feel was an odd cocktail of scared, exhilarated, and happy as fuck that she hadn't fallen on her face yet.
Paul knew why she was fine, but Bella didn't. Perks of being an imprint-you have to be a little more...durable...than the rest of the human population. Both for in the event of possible vampires, as well as...well...being with their wolves. The immediate bond aided a little bit, but when the wolves complete the bond by fucking the hell out of their imprints, a few little bonuses get added in.
Bonuses being orgasms.
Smirking, Paul took off after his imprint, admiring how she explored the new parts of herself that she didn't realize she had. When he lost sight of her, he listened to her feet crush the leaves about 50 yards ahead and to the left of him, her breaths panting out of her chest.
Have to get her to start running more, we may do this more often...
A few more yards and he heard her running come to a stop, and Paul decided that was the moment to get a little inventive. Launching himself at a nearby tree, Paul pulled his way up into higher, branches and started following his scared little Bambi while she darted around on the ground.
Bella came to a stop in a circular clearing in the woods, her hands resting on her knees as she panted and looked in all directions, trying to decide where to keep going. She knew that she felt different-the running, the lack of tripping over herself-all of that contributed. She loved being less fragile, it was fucking amazing. Placing a palm onto her head while she adjusted her breathing, she tried to listen for Paul, even though she knew for a fact that that man could be lethally silent.
Inhale.
Birds to the far right, wind blowing through leaves.
Exhale.
Silence. Trees rustling.
Inhale.
Nothing.
Bella stilled completely, deciding to take off to the right, and before she could move something dropped through the air behind her, and she turned around with a scream, only to be face to well...chest...with her tall, tan, muscled imprint. She stumbled back a step and froze when another growl electrified the air between them, and Bella swallowed thickly and watched Paul's glowing eyes rake over her.
Bella looked fucking edible. to both Paul the man, and Paul the wolf. The man wanted to feel her gripped around him, and the wolf wanted to sink his teeth into her neck while he pounded into her and made her scream. Both could agree mutually that the things that they wanted were one and the same. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, showing an expanse of soft skin, her jacket hat slumped off of her shoulders, and her breaths, although slowing, were still making her breasts heavily rise and fall. Her cleavage and neck were tinted red with a blush that ran all the way up her round cheeks, offset by wide brown eyes and soft full lips. Sweat glistened on her skin and he had never seen such a beautiful mess.
Seriously, if this is what she looks like we really need to get her to run more...
Paul stepped forward, his imprint taking an identical step back, causing him to smirk. His steps continued, hers mirroring until Paul had her right where he wanted. One step away from a fallen tree, Paul leaned down, growling until his forehead rested against Bella's. Bella was torn between being still or attempting to run. There was no question over whether she wanted Paul or not, she was dripping for him. Lower lips slick and slippery, Thighs clenching and rubbing together, wetness spreading down the smooth skin of her thighs. She was such a good girl, and he planned on letting her know it.
Bella watched a dark smirk turn up on one corner of Paul's lips. Those thick, full lips. In between her constant need for him, and how much better this was, his wolf coming out like he is now...god she was absolutely dripping. Her back hits the tree, causing her breath to hitch and for her to jump in surprise, making Paul chuckle as he leaned forward, placing her hands on the tree and caging her in. Heat and strength surrounded her and she leaned back, lightly resting her weight on the tree, her thighs parting a little.
"Did Bambi like her run through the forest?"
It took Bella a moment to realize that he had spoken, she was far too busy trying to hold back a moan just from having him so near.
"Y-yes"
Paul was pleased at the lack of argument from her nickname, and his hips thrust forward and trapped hers against the tree, making her gasp loudly and look down to where their bodies were pressed together, his pinning her in place and stopping her from any and all relief that squirming gave her from the ache settling in her core. His heat seemed to penetrate through her clothes and seep from his skin into hers, making her head roll back on her shoulders and an embarrassingly throaty moan to leave her. Hot hands gripped behind her thighs and tugged them open, his hips coming fully in between to keep them spread, and they rocked forward, sending a shiver straight to her pussy.
"Have you been a good girl?". Paul wanted to play.
"Y-yes". Bella would play anything if it got him inside of her.
"Oh you have? You've been a good girl Bambi?"
Shivering Bella nodded repeatedly, her big brown eyes staring up into his, hips trying to twist and rub into his, her hands reaching for him only to be stopped by his gripping them and roughly caging them behind her, making her wince slightly and squirm, an ache now spreading in her shoulders.
"Hmmm...I'm not so sure", Paul smirked and pulled his hips away, the muscles in his arms bulging with the extra weight placed on them to keep his hips away from his needy girl. Paul just looked down into her eyes and wondered just how much it would take her to beg...
A whine left Bella when his body left hers and all she could feel was the coolness of the air between them, and her cheeks flushed brightly with how pitiful she sounded. She had a feeling that Paul hadn't even started and she was already about to burst. Swallowing thickly , Bella took a deep breath, closing her eyes to try and calm down a little. Paul wasn't having that-three seconds into her little Zen moment Paul slammed his hips back into hers, angling them down to hitch under her cute little ass and rub his rock hard, cloth covered dick right against her pussy, and Bella's answering wail was music to his ears.
"I'm not so sure about you being a good girl...good girls don't let boys make them squirm like this sweetheart"
A whimper answered him and she frowned, rocking her hips into him, moaning in satisfaction when he didn't move away and let her rub a rather impressive wet spot into his shorts. Paul tensed, his jaw clenching when the wet heat spread right onto his dick and a shiver rolled through him while he tried to keep his wolf in control. The wolf didn't want to hurt her, this little curvy thing was his life after all. He just wanted to play a little more than what Paul had introduced Bella to.
Hard hips pulled away again and a gurgling sob of frustration left Bella's lips, making Paul laugh and press a searing, hot kiss to the curve of Bella's neck. Paul knew what that spot did to Bella, and he exploited it, brushing his lips up and down her skin, following it's curve up to her ear and back down to her shoulder, pausing at her spot to lap his hot, wet tongue out. The next swipe of his lips, and they latched on to the spot, and his sucking was hard and fast and made her squeal and squirm, arms and shoulders twisting as she tried to tug her hands free and claw him closer. The sucking and licking sent quivers through her, making her keen and lay her head back again.
Paul felt her head tilt back and he pulled his lips back audibly off of her skin, grinning at the dark purple mark marring her perfect skin. Well...now it was perfect. Paul skimmed the tip of his nose over it, making sure it reeked of him, before he leaned back so that he could see Bella's face, holding her hands down with one hand, and tugging the button and zipper to his shorts down with the other.
"You sure you're a good girl?"
Paul was only met with whimpers and her nodding. He slipped his cock out of his shorts, wincing at how fucking hard he was, before dragging it along her slick, wet folds.
"I don't think you are..."
Paul kept tracing along her wetness while she murmured and whined, spreading it from her hole up to her swollen clit, making her mewl and buck for him.
"I mean...good girls wear panties"
Bella's eyes flew open and she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her breaths cutting off short as it became harder and harder to keep control over herself. Fuck, it felt like she was going to cum just off of his teasing. Paul stopped dragging through her lips, pausing at her entrance, and right when she thought he was going to push in, he pushed up and slipped his shaft in between her smooth pussy lips. Making him grin while she squealed and started to mewl pitifully.
Bambi was part kitten too.
Paul swallowed, feeling like his spit had to force through a knot in his throat, and it was taking all of his strength not to bury himself inside of her. She was soft and wet as fuck and all he ever wanted, and he wanted her to unravel . His hand kept hers in place, the other slipping down and pinching the back of her thigh a little, making her hips buck and twist hard and for her thighs to drop open wide.
"Good girls get fucked by their boyfriend, but I'm still not convinced that you are one Bambi"
Two more thrusts of his hard shaft and the pinch at the back of her thigh, and Bella fell apart, shrieking her pleasure into the trees as her body convulsed, making her fly forward and almost bend in half if it wasn't for Paul's body keeping her from doing so. Bella's eyes opened up, white spots dancing across her vision as she laid her forehead against his shoulder, sniffling and panting through her aftermath.
"Good girl"
No sooner than the words had left his mouth, and Paul thrust himself balls deep into his squirming, distracted imprint. Bella fell back fully against the tree trunk, letting her spine curve along the rough wood. Her mouth dropped open, letting her suck in a huge gasp of air as Paul began to thrust into her, his hands releasing her and clamping down on the curves of her hips. He knew she was going to bruise and that did nothing to lessen his grip-he knew, he wanted, she was his.
Paul wasn't one to waste time-the sounds of his skin smacking on hers joined in with the rustling of leaves and creatures skittering through the forest, and as his thrusts became faster, harder, her wails continued to rise in pitch and decibel.
Bella didn't even care that the tree bark was digging into her skin, sure to leave scratches along her back and thighs. The sharp pain of it only melted in with how good she felt. Her hands clutched at him, dragging him down, needing to feel his lips on hers and her wish was granted with a searing kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her lips and invading her sweet little mouth. His breaths became hers, and hers his as their tongues stroked and circled each other, the kiss burning straight through her flesh, a kiss and lips distinctly Paul's.
Three more hilt deep thrusts, and Bella's walls were fluttering. Two more, and she couldn't help but clench down around him, her moans picking up and slipping into squeals, which Paul swallowed and fucked harder to have more. Paul's hands clasped at the back of her knees, and with a quick tug he had her legs hauled over his shoulders, hands dragging back down to palm the fronts of her thighs, holding her in place as he started to pound down into his girl. Bella's mouth tore away from his with a gasp, her eyes wide and looking up into Paul's. Three more balls deep, burning thrusts into her and Bella came apart all over Paul's cock, and Paul had never seen anything so beautiful.
Bella's blush had flushed down the soft curve of her neck, her top and sweater had bunched up, baring her smooth stomach, and her skirt had ridden up over her hips so that Paul could see her as she shivered and clenched, making his cock visibly wetter with her juices. Paul quickly felt his control slipping away from him, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh in his hands, marring it with little scratches to match the ones lacing up Bella's back and thighs. The wolf couldn't take it when Bella's release flooded his senses, and Paul's back arched with a guttural roar as she began to spill his cum deep inside of her. Muscles bunched and clenched as pleasure rolled through him, eyes glowed gold, and his body convulsed forward- teeth quickly finding purchase in the smooth curve of his imprints neck and digging in through skin, biting until he tasted blood as his pounding hips slowed, pushing inside and grinding himself against his squirming mate.
Hot, wet, blood, warm, mine, marked, filled.
Paul's wolf repeated his new found prayer, and a constant growl ripped through his chest, making his imprint gasp. A sniffle and pained whimper broke through the wolf, and Paul's mind cleared. Unclenching his jaw, a shudder ran through him while his warm, wet tongue lapped at the angry, red bite that covered most of the right side of Bella's neck. He pecked a kiss there and worriedly murmured to her, listening to her breathing slow down and become lax.
"Bella...baby..."
Paul rose up, skimming his lips up her neck, and when he got a little whimper, he was slightly relieved that she was at least responding.
Worry tainted his feelings and as if she felt it, his almost unconscious imprint barely mumbled out, "'S'okay...so tired...think I'm go-..."
Chuckling in relief, Paul laid over her for a moment, gathering his strength back up and withdrew from her soft body, a hiss leaving him when the cold forest air met the cold wet skin of his dick before he had a chance to tug his shorts back up.
Paul dressed himself, and tugged his imprints clothes back into some type of order before he gathered her in his arms and cradled her against him, tucking her head under his chin to keep her warm as he took off towards Bella's truck, intending to take care of Bella's new marks. The jog and tending to Bella would also give him some time to think of how to explain his marking of her without her permission (and of course all of the little perks that come with it), in some way that won't end up with him in the proverbial doghouse.
Fuck, it could end up being an actual doghouse. Bella was developing a sick sense of humor from being around us.
Carefully placing her in the passenger seat, Paul jogged to the other side of the truck, gathered her keys and backpack in one hand, and swung them into the truck before lifting himself into it. Quick thinking led to him fishing her phone out of her backpack, and plucking out a quick message to Charlie saying that she didn't feel well at all, and with that, started up the truck and headed toward his house, letting his imprint into another aspect of his life.
Maybe this will soften the blow...
Yes, Paul Lahote was afraid of a pint sized female with eyes like Bambi-one of them had to have a sense of preservation.
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